Another thing about this was that whenever she was told this by Richard, she would tell me about it in some detail while we were making love, which I ...dmit would get me more excited than normal. This became a normal part of our sexual fantasy, leading me to suggest that she take him up on his offer. This again became a normal part of our sex talk. Nothing was done about this until one night in the pub. Whilst a group was singing live and the pub was full to the rafters, my wife found herself. “I-i-i-i-i l-i-i-i-ike i-i-i-t,grandpa.” “That’s a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you? Bad girlsare big teases, but I know you are my good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then silence, and all I could feel was the warmth of my wellspanked behind. Then, his hands were on the small on my back as he guided metoward the desk I was balancing myself on. He kept me bent over andsoon the upper half of my body. Young boys are curious and competitive. One incident and his name, Woody, was permanent. To her dying day, his mother called him Woodson. She always called his older brother Richard, but to his friends, he was Dicky, for good reason. When Dicky was in the military and was overseas, he claimed instead of him paying the whores; they wound up paying him. Woody isn't sure he believes his brother, but Dicky swore it was true. Dicky is also on his fourth wife and probably fucking, as often as he can,. " He threw his arms up in the air. "I mean, maybe I could twistthings so that one part of you lit up like a lamp. Like your crotch, oryour eyes, or your nose-" Then let's do that... transform me into a lamp for my grandson'sbirthday!" The elderly Mr. Dolph folded his arms. "I'm not leaving herewithout a lamp."Carter watched the tiger slap his palms to his face. He got quiet for amoment. Then another. After a third moment had passed, he whirled aroundto glare at Mr. Dolph, his green eyes locking.